Soccer Or Pain { Cristiano Ronaldo}

Chapter 17- Suspension

* Lizete's POV*

I started to breathe heavy, Cristiano was to my left and Bale to my right. We had to win this game the score was 0-0. I ran towards the defense, as i began challenging the defense i felt shoving from behind i quickly span around seeing Rooney. My anger grew as he kept shoving me off the ball. I had enough this, i gained body strength and body checked Rooney off of me. I heard 'booing' and 'cheering' as the whistle was blown. I kept arguing with the ref as the players backed me up, the ref shook his head in disgust and pulled out a red card. "for fuck sake's." i mumbled as i shook my head and walked off the field.
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i sat in the change room waiting for the team especially Cristiano, i was antagonized i threw my shin pads in my bag as the team walked in. I gave the team attitude as i sat beside Iker, i ignored everything the coach said i waited for Cristiano to finish taking his equipment off. Everybody was planing to go out to a club tonight for a celebration. I was in no mood for club's, i showed no facial emotion knowing i was pissed when yet inside i was raging. Cristiano and i left the field and went straight to his vehicle. Cristiano was trying to make contact i kept ignoring him anyway possible. i felt the warm summer breeze coming through the window, i felt Cristiano's hand connect to my thigh "I know you're angry, i would be too." i sighed at cristiano's words he moved his hand from my thigh to the wheel of the car. "The team is going out tonight." Cristiano stated i raised my eyebrow "yeah, i heard but I'm not going." i declared as Cristiano bit his lip. "its a team get together, your on the team so your going." Cristiano answered "I don't want to go." I scoffed as i sat up
"Besides, i don't drink." i added as Cristiano nodded
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*Cristiano's POV*
I really want Lizete to go out with us tonight, shes the most excitable person i know beside Marcelo. Lizete went straight up to the bedroom and slammed her whole body on the bed. i laughed softly as i began putting something casual on. "Liz, you sure your don't want to come?" i asked as i sat down moving the hair behind her ear. "Positive." Lizete smiled as she sat up. I couldn't help but admire her, her sparkling blue eyes that popped off her tanned skin. "What? is there something wrong?" Lizete asked as she felt her face. I smiled at lizete and shook my head I gave her a quick kiss before i left the room. Marcelo, James, Iker And Bale arrived "Wheres Liz?" Marcelo asked as James, Iker, And Bale where standing beside Marcelo.
"She doesn't want to go, drinking isn't her thing." I replied "i'll go tell her you guys want her to come, maybe that will convince her." i added as i walked up to our room.

i quietly opened the door, "Oh.. alright, thank you." Lizete choked as she hanged up
"Liz?" i croaked as she looked at me with puffiness and redness, tears roamed down her face. Being the best boyfriend i was, i quickly approached the brunette as she cried in my chest. "What happen?" i asked as she tried catching her breath She kept crying in my chest "You have to tell me, unless i cant help you." i added as i kissed the top of her head. "i'll tell you later, go have fun atleast please." Lizete demanded as she gave a weak smile. I couldn't bare to leave her in this type of condition. "No, im not leaving you" i projected my voice to her, "Just go, ill tell you after just give me time to deal with this." lizete raised her voice and laid down "aright then.." i choked and left the room.

*Lizetes POV*
I heard the sound of the door closing and footsteps heading downstairs I held my face in my hands, letting tears fall to the floor I felt my body shake i thought to my self this isn't real life. I sighed even though Cristiano left he's sending me messages.
'if you need anything I'm a call away.'
'Ill be home soon :) ❤️'
I cried even harder as I walked to the bathroom and washed my face

I glanced at my presence in the mirror I had all my mothers features, I started to analyzing my features that were upon my face.

"My mother has cancer."